Gerard Way had cut last night, so seeing the boys bleeding wrist set off something inside him. His eyes went wide as he remembered, the cool mental pressing agents his wrist, the hot blood pouring to the floor, yeah, he knew what it was like. He kneed down next to the small boy and took his knife, put it down and hugged the boy, the boy hugged back fircely and cried, Gerard hushed him and lent back to inspect his wrist, he took it in his hand. "Why did you do this?" He already knew the answer of course but he needed to make sure the boy didn't go into shock. "I..I I dont..." The boy trailed off and fainted. "Shit" Gerard cursed and took his scarf off and tied it round the wound tight and picked the boy up and got onto the path carrying him, he saw the scarf reden, he started to run. He listened to the beeping of the machine attacked to the short boy. "Sir, what's his name?" He didn't even know, he put his head down, "I don't know.." He replyed. "How olds he?" "I don't know.." He clenched his fists in angry. "Do you know where.." "I said I DONT KNOW!!!" He yelled in angry and stood facing her. She left the room in a hurry. He sighed and sat down, he needed a beer and a cig, badly. His phone bleeped. He looked down to check it and saw it was his brother, Mikey Way. From Mikey Way~ Gee, you comin home? ~ To Gee'Fuckin Way. I hadn't realized the time. From Gee'Fuckin Way ~ I don't know yet, ill be out tonight proberly ~ To Mikey Way.

Notes

Yeah, its crappy :c Won't be doing enough for a while (I think), self harm, self hate and suicide thoughts are getting bad :c , so long and good night. Keep. Running.